The fairy on the Christmas tree looks pregnant,
Was it Santa Clause who has had his wicked way?
I know ipso facto her virgo was still intacto
Before she met Santa Clause the other day.
Perhaps the stick that I`ve stuck up her backside,
So that I might fix her to the highest twig,
Has made her skirt a bit on the slack side,
And it`s making her belly look quite big.
Now Santa Clause is a song and dance man.
He dances his way across the mat,
He sings while to and froing, he keeps going, going, going,
Till his Duracell batteries both run flat
When his voice gets very low and his footwork very slow,
That`s when that I am left in little doubt,
That it`s time to arrange another battery change
Before his power finally runs out.
But is the fairy on the tree really pregnant?
Difficult to say without a test,
I`ll give a round of applause to song and dance man Santa Clause,
And quietly let the other mater rest.
To all who is daft enough to read this rubbish
If she is I know I`m not to blame
And the fairy can hold her head in shame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a laugh I have just had from this notion Archie - - the very title brought my eyes to it and I am so glad I have discovered your page.... shall be reading more without a doubt - - Bless you and a top mark from me for this one - - from Fay.